"Reach for Heaven"
By Yaanu
Chapter 1: Lost and Found
625's view
"Looks like Angel's coming to live with us now! Bad guys win this time!" I laughed, knowing that for once, we actually won without the help of my cousin and that girl he hangs with. Ah, the joy of winning. To top it off, once we get to the ship, I'll have myself a complimentary BLT and PB&J mix! I always wanted to try something different. We were about halfway there, until my body couldn't take it. "Hey... fish head, you... think we... could rest for a while? I'm... beat..." I said. "But 6-2-5," G-man replied, "We're almost halfway there! Then I can give it to Hamsterviel, and my job is saved!" "Easy for you, you're 200 times my size! Let's rest for a bit, restore our energy, and keep going, ok?" "Ok, fine." "Oh, but you think you could head over to the ship and get me two sandwiches? I ate mine on the ship." "Fine, but I'm taking this little trog with me" "Oh no, you aren't!" "What- did you just talk back to me?" "I mean, maybe I should talk to her about stuff, before she goes to Hamsterwheel." I just wanted to be alone with Angelcakes. "Ok, but you have to take close care of her. I don't want her to escape." "Yea, sure, why not? She shouldn't be much of a problem, after all, what can she do? She won't escape, unless I open it." A while after fish lips left, Hotcakes tapped on the glass. I took notice immediately. Who wouldn't? After she got my attention, she gave me that finger motion telling me to come over there, only she was doing it in a seductive way. I immediately scurried over there, and opened the glass. "Want anything, Angelcakes?"
She punched me square in the nose, making me fly back about 6 feet. I saw her scurry out and run off, but I couldn't stop her. For one, by nose was hurting like biting into a chicken sandwich really, really hard and biting into a bone, still in the chicken. Two, just to my luck, Shark hair came back with the sandwiches. "Ok, I have your sandwiches, now let's g- 6-2-5!" Oh boy, I was in deep doo- doo now. "Want anything G-man?" "Where's that little trog, 6-2-4?" "Oh, Angelcakes? She ran off. Man, she has a hard punch for a female her size." "Well you're going to have to get her!" At that comment he thrust the sandwiches at me, one hitting my stomach, the other hitting my head, which made my nose hurt more. "Why me?" "Because you let her out, you little blubber coat. You have to track her down, capture her, and bring her back immediately. I'm staying on the ship to check on any new experiments that are activated." "Also making excuses to Hamster-meal about Hotcakes?" "Err, that too. Now get going or I'll-" "I'll have to live with my cousins? Ah, they won't be a bother; they take the experiments and put them in their 'one true place.' For me, it's in the kitchen, making the ultimate sandwich." "Well if you don't find that trog, you will have to go with them!" At that, I ran off, trying to find Angelcakes. I didn't mind if I found her or not, no matter what, I'd be ending up doing what I do every day: preparing, making, eating, and digesting a sandwich.